You are the Potter: I am the Clay!
Whatever you choose
To do with me,
That’s the thing that ought to be.
I wouldn’t try to change your mind,
I wouldn’t if I could.
Things would always happen
The way you think they should.
You are the Father: I am the Child!
I’ll put my trust in you.
You have better plans for me,
Than anyone ever knew.
When I descend into my grave,
When my testing has been done,
I’ll wait on the resurrection,
For it’s earthly life I’ve won.
My body will return to dust,
For that from which it came!
But, my spirit will return to you –
For it’s you that holds the claim.
by: Jean Sweet
